Thanks for letting me spend a rare night hanging out while ordering room service and watching the American Idol finale! Even though I was rooting for the other person to win.
I am very sorry that I spilled salad dressing all over your nice white bedspread. I didn't mean to.
But then again, I'm not that sorry, because you gave me a view overlooking the top of a parking garage instead of overlooking the lake. Even though you assured me you had no more lake views, I know that's not true because you gave my smug travel buddy a lake view when he checked in 15 seconds after me, despite the fact that I rushed inside to beat him in line like a 12-year-old just in case there was only one lake view room left in the entire hotel. I promise I'm not that picky. I just get very excited by having pretty views. But I will forgive you.
Sorry, also, for all of the random junk I have left you during our visits. I'm sure you have an entire collection of phone chargers, hair pins, and shiny beads dedicated especially to me. Along with some stranded items of clothing. And probably some underwear. You can toss those away.
Anyway. Thanks for being a good sport and for taking such good care of me during that past two years. Our 102 nights together have been special.
Love,
Your Favorite Guest
Your Favorite Guest
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